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Naniko had held it in her hands and watched it die, the last little bits of life leaving it with its final kicks and wheezes. She had almost forgotten what it was like to lose a patient, to see one that she'd worked so hard to save leave the earth behind. It hurt to watch it struggle in the fight that she had known it would lose from the start. She had found the bird in Halifax, barely breathing, on the ground outside one of the tall skyscrapers. She guessed that it had struck a window and had obtained some kind of spinal injury; its body was curved in on itself very slightly, in a way that she knew was unnatural for a bird. The creature that she held in her hands was a dark color, a black bird with bright yellow eyes.
She had given it water and a bit of the herb that she used to use to give to patients who were in shock, and who were in pain, but that was all that she'd been able to do. That and comfort it a little. She spoke the language of the lower beasts, and before she had become entangled with cocaine she had often held conversations with birds and other creatures. Over the months that she had become addicted, though, she had shut them out and hadn't been able to speak to them. Maybe it was that the drug clouded that part of her mind over, and made her unable to use it.
The sadness and pain that came with losing a patient was hard, and it pricked her inner-self like a needle. She was relearning things now, relearning sadness and anger in all new ways. When she had been on the drugs, nothing had really hurt. Even when she'd been kicked out of the pack she had still been happy, deep down, because of what she'd been on. It really had changed her. She'd once been a creature of compassion and conviction...and had turned into something almost exactly opposite of that.
Naniko had taken off into the woods with the blackbird in her arms, cradled up against her body, hoping that she might find some new herb that would be able to help it. But night was beginning to come and she knew now that there wasn't much that would be able to help it. She had given it a bit more of the pain-herb to make sure that it was comfortable and had continued to walk, holding it up against her chest. She stroked its glossy feathers with one white finger, speaking to it in low tones as its beak opened for one final breath.
Emerald eyes looked up from the still-warm bird to the surroundings, blinking quickly. How had she ended up here? It had been quite a walk, she knew, but she wasn't expecting the change in scenery. It seemed that she had come upon some kind of a hidden beach. Rays from the setting sun caught on the dark sands of the cove, making them sparkle and glitter like a million little diamonds as she stepped through them. The white luperci could have laughed in wonder, were it not for the somber situation. She'd never seen a place like this before, in all her time here.
Naniko had held it in her hands and watched it die, the last little bits of life leaving it with its final kicks and wheezes. She had almost forgotten what it was like to lose a patient, to see one that she'd worked so hard to save leave the earth behind. It hurt to watch it struggle in the fight that she had known it would lose from the start. She had found the bird in Halifax, barely breathing, on the ground outside one of the tall skyscrapers. She guessed that it had struck a window and had obtained some kind of spinal injury; its body was curved in on itself very slightly, in a way that she knew was unnatural for a bird. The creature that she held in her hands was a dark color, a black bird with bright yellow eyes.
She had given it water and a bit of the herb that she used to use to give to patients who were in shock, and who were in pain, but that was all that she'd been able to do. That and comfort it a little. She spoke the language of the lower beasts, and before she had become entangled with cocaine she had often held conversations with birds and other creatures. Over the months that she had become addicted, though, she had shut them out and hadn't been able to speak to them. Maybe it was that the drug clouded that part of her mind over, and made her unable to use it.
The sadness and pain that came with losing a patient was hard, and it pricked her inner-self like a needle. She was relearning things now, relearning sadness and anger in all new ways. When she had been on the drugs, nothing had really hurt. Even when she'd been kicked out of the pack she had still been happy, deep down, because of what she'd been on. It really had changed her. She'd once been a creature of compassion and conviction...and had turned into something almost exactly opposite of that.
Naniko had taken off into the woods with the blackbird in her arms, cradled up against her body, hoping that she might find some new herb that would be able to help it. But night was beginning to come and she knew now that there wasn't much that would be able to help it. She had given it a bit more of the pain-herb to make sure that it was comfortable and had continued to walk, holding it up against her chest. She stroked its glossy feathers with one white finger, speaking to it in low tones as its beak opened for one final breath.
Emerald eyes looked up from the still-warm bird to the surroundings, blinking quickly. How had she ended up here? It had been quite a walk, she knew, but she wasn't expecting the change in scenery. It seemed that she had come upon some kind of a hidden beach. Rays from the setting sun caught on the dark sands of the cove, making them sparkle and glitter like a million little diamonds as she stepped through them. The white luperci could have laughed in wonder, were it not for the somber situation. She'd never seen a place like this before, in all her time here.